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We fit, Adam. I see that now.
Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.
Adam was the luckiest man in the world. He had no mother-in-law.
Did you love Paul Ivory?"
"Yes."
"I suppose it ended badly."
"Yes."
"You must have been very unhappy."
"I died, and Adam resurrected me.
-Evie...don't ever leave me. I don't know what I'd do.
-I'm not going anywhere,Adam.
-I...I just...I could never love someone as much as I love you...you're it for me. This is it. I don't want to be without you. You're my life. You have...all of me.
-And you have all of me. I'm yours.
You tell me to trust you, but I don't know that I can. I don't know anything about you, Adam. I have no idea what kind of man you are. And that . . . that frightens me." "I frighten you?
It's just that the last thing Adam ever said
to me.......I remember it all so clear....'Can you go with me, Jordy? I'm not so
scared when you're with me.' And then they wouldn't even let me be with him
when he......when he....... He was so scared, Mama. I wasn't there.
I always enjoy seeing Adam [Savage] in pain.
Kenji-""So the minute you opened your mouth you just shattered all his dreams, huh?"
Juliette- "I will push you off the roof."
Kenji-"Yeah, I can definitely see why Adam wouldn't like you.
Ronan said, "I'm always straight."
Adam replied "Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told.
I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam.
Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it's the former. For you own, I hope the latter.
It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be.
~Gabby's thoughts on Adam
Adam just knew that he needed to make her happy. He surprised even himself at times with what he was capable of doing just for that smile. It was as though he could reach into himself and pull out something completely unexpected, just to make her laugh.
His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.
You don't get it. He was all I had. Adam was it. That was it. And you all took it away."
He flinched and dropped my arm. "That's not true. I'm here for you."
Shaking my head, I backed up. "I don't know you, so that means nothing to me.
Adam tried to hide behind the trees in the garden. There is only one tree that can hide us from Him and that is the tree of the cross.
If Adam was stupid about his pride, Gansey was stupid about Adam.
Adam said, "You were smart to figure it out."
"Oh, I don't know," Gansey replied, but it was clear he was proud. Adam felt like he had helped a bird hatch from an egg.
Adam thinks he saw an apparition at his place."
Ronan eyed Noah. "I'm seeing an apparition right now."
Noah made a rude gesture [ ... ].
I've tried so hard to stop thinking about him.
I've tried so hard to forget his face.
I've tried so hard to get those blue blue blue eyes out of my head but I know him I know him I know him it's been 3 years since I last saw him.
I could never forget Adam.
But he's already forgotten me.
I believed, up to last week, that Adam was somehow coming back. But I wouldn't trade that optimism for anything, because the other option is no fun.
One day Adam will realize that what he felt for me was just a crazy kind of desperation. We were two people who really needed someone to hold on to, and we had this past that made us seem so compatible. But it wasn't enough. Because if it were, I wouldn't have been able to walk away so easily.
Adam had seen many of Ronan's dreams made real by now, and he knew how savage and lovely and terrifying and whimsical they could be. But this girl was the most Ronan of any of them that he's seen. What a frightened monster she was.
Adam was created to be the friend and companion of God, he was to have dominion over all the life in the air and earth and sea, but one thing he was not to have dominion over, and that was himself.
I'm sorry," she said, referring to Adam.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" "Oh, who?" he asked, pausing. "Oh Adam?" "That's more like it.
We need to talk," Adam said one day, walking into my room.
Adam knew it was childish, but he rationalized it in this way: carelessly harming other people was a decent stand-in for baseline human interaction.
Tell me about yourself." And she gave the answer that Adam must have given. "There's nothing to tell." But
Adam looked at Them. They were his kind of people, too.
You just had to decide who your friends really were.
My father didn't know George W. Bush from Adam.
Why did he care if Gansey and Ronan saw this? They already knew. They knew everything about him. What a lie unknowable was. The only person who didn't know Adam was himself.
Adam glanced up. Brown eyes took my measure. He looked just like he did in all those photographs. Okay. Now I needed to not get fried as I talked his handsome ass into surrendering.
Bye-o-nara," Adam called out.
I feel," he replied, "like a sweaty Englishman molesting a naked statue in the presence of a complete stranger." - Adam
For so long, he'd wanted Gansey to see him as an equal, but it was possible that all this time, the only person who needed to see that was Adam.
Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.
My name is Adam. My father's name is Adam. Having the same name as your father, it's alright until your voice changes. My friends would always call up, 'Is Adam there?' My father would say, 'This is Adam.' My friends would say, 'Adam, you were so wasted last night.'
Adam's eyes narrowed. I've looked you up. You're small potatoes, Snowflake.
I only knew that Adam was hurt, and I wasn't there to make him safe.
I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel ...
This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. "I miss you," he said, and his voice broke.
You sick piece of shit," Adam says to him, his voice low, measured.
"Such unfortunate language." Warner shakes his head. "Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.
With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.
Adam's expression was ferocious and pleased; Gansey was at once proud to know him and uncertain he did at all.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Gansey said.
Adam replied, "I can.
You can go to hell," Adam shouts at Warner.
"Just because I'm going to hell," Warner says, "doesn't mean you'll ever deserve her."
And Adam doesn't answer.
When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.
Beside her, Adam was once again retreating inside himself, most interested, as always, in the thing that remained unknowable to him: his own mind.
Angel," Adam said.
"I think not," Philip answered. He huddled at the wall, crossing himself. "Banshee, the herald of Death.
Somewhere along the way." Adam said, "I stopped cooking for anyone other than you. When you were gone, it was like all the flavor had drained out of the world. Without you, nothing tastes as sweet.
Adam looked up at Ronan. "I know it was you," he said. "I figured it out. The rent."
He held Ronan's gaze for just a moment longer, until something inside Ronan unwound and he almost said something.
By this that it was clear that Adam had been right before - he hadn't meant to be condescending. He was an Australian outlaw. When the British caught him, they did awful
Adam lived in an apartment located above the office of St. Agnes Catholic Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan's worship into one downtown block.
Adam said nothing as we walked, his gaze fixed on our destination. I always wished he would say something comforting. Anything to reassure me against what I knew was going to come. But he was always as silent as the stones that encased us.
But Adam lingered for a moment after he cast off the covers and stood. Here he was, waking in the Lynch home, wearing last night's clothing that still smelled of smoke from the grill, having overslept the weight class he had this morning by a magnitude of hours. His mouth remembered Ronan Lynch's.
If Adam had had a real hairy back, we probably wouldn't be here today.
Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
In the beginning there was God...but for me there was Adam.
Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch."
"It was I who caught her," Adam said softly. "It took years.
He doesn't care that I cuss like a trucker. He doesn't care that I hate dressing up. Or that I don't look like someone who stepped off the cover of some fashion magazine. Adam would never want me to be something I'm not for his sake. Now I know without a doubt that I love him because of that.
Every time I look at you I think to myself that I've found perfection. Adam said as he shifted his weight over me. I Looked at him and smiled, 'Now that's flawed perfection".
I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.
Terror owned Adam. The old terror, the one that was just as much confusion and betrayal as fear itself.
He couldn't see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn't. And there was never an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.
Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.
Mark Twain said that Adam was the only man who, when he said a good thing, knew that nobody had said it before.
Adam pronounced love very carefully, as if it were an unfamiliar element on the periodic table.
Is it all right if I call you Jenna?" he asked.
"If I can call you Wolf," she said.
He scowled, gritting his teeth. "Could you please call me Adam?"
"All right," she said. "I will try and think of you as a wolf called Adam.
One of the first things Adam told me was that I was pretty, which should have been my first clue that he was a liar.
So tell me what brings you here," Laney says. Adam and I look at each other. He says nothing. Ass-hat. That's one of Jenny's favorite words, and it's becoming one of mine, too. I wait him out, staring steadily, wondering if he can feel the poison seeping out of my heart.
Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.
He's an Imago," Adam repeated. "They kill humans, or use them as blood banks."
"You speak as if humans do not do that to each other," Rekesh commented. "Not all Imagoes choose to be evil, as not all humans choose to be good. ~Rekesh and Adam
Adam felt the familiar pang. Not jealousy, just wanting. One day, he'd have enough money to have a place like this. A place that looked on the outside like Adam looked on the inside.
Just be careful, Mary Jo. Be very careful. You've made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. One you should not make is to imagine that Christy will ever be Adam's mate. He is mine, and unlike her, I don't throw away people who are mine.
Yanked out of the present, Adam discovered the richness of the past in people's stories.
I know you are not the same as him, Adam said. But in my head, everything is always so tangled. I am such a damaged thing.
He offered to make-out with Hunter if it would prove that he's ok with me being gay."
"Hmm," said Adam. "Yeah I think I need to see proof."
"Shut up."
"Tell him it has to be shirtless. Wait, let me get my phone out-
He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness.
"You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.
Saw him where?"
"While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts."
This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?"
"God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.
Adam blows smoke at the town below. Says, 'Anything could be happening down there, but up here you just wouldn't know it.
A song." I said aloud. "What?" "The whole time Adam and I were together, he never wrote a song for me." Vera looked like she was trying to think of an appropriate response to such a stupid desire. "He was a drummer. You hate it when drummers sing.
Adam didn't read any comics at all. They never lived up to the kind of things he could do in his head.
And you're not hurt? Nothing's broken?" "No." "Oh good." Mad Rogan sank a vicious punch into Adam's jaw. Adam fell to his knees, his mouth bloody. "How about now, Adam? Anything hurt now?
I wish Adam had died with all his ribs in his body.
Do you want some words of advice, Tess?"
I glanced at Adam's profile as he sipped.
"Don't give your heart away too easily." He turned to me. "Make him earn it.
Adam invented love at first sight, one of the greatest labor-saving machines the world ever saw.
Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.
Adam said, I bet you couldn't sleep if you stayed in bed. You know what I bet? I bet you get up because you want to, and then you take credit for it - like taking credit for six fingers.
In passing, also, I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance he laid the blame on a woman.
From Gansey's expression, Adam thought that something had happened to Ronan. Maybe, finally, Ronan had happened to Ronan. But it wasn't the hospital that they drove to.
I don't have to answer to you, Adam said, instantly and harshly. He brushed his pants off like he'd just buried his mother.
When Adam arrived behind the stage, the entire band was waiting in the wings. Their pointed glares bounced right off him. Adam didn't give a shit if they were pissed. He was in love.
Maybe I'll come back as somebody else.
I'll be the wild-haired girl Adam meets in his first week at university. 'Hi, are you on the horticultural
course as well?
You're a damn dog," Adam finally snapped.
"If you're good enough to fuck someone, be a man enough to take responsibility for the result
Actually, I was born Adam Zachary Orth. Zak is short for my middle name. I was never called Adam.
One of the Sons of Adam killed him.
This mortal life decays apace How soon the bubble's broke Adam and all his numerous race Are Vanity and Smoke.
Dawson!" Ash yelled from below. "What are you doing? Stop! Do something, Adam!"
Adam's laugh followed. "Someone needed to put Andrew in his place. I always figured it would be Daemon. Who knew.
Adam stood up. It felt good to have identified the problem. That had always been the hardest part. With an engine, with school, with life. Solutions were easy, once you knew what was in your way.